/bootleg/ Concerned Pony shorts


                                            "Now where did she go?"

                                            >As you're peering around the table, some movement from the candy bowl catches your eye.

                                            >*muffled sounds of distress*

                                            "Oh."

                                            >You push aside the top lair and find Concerned Pony looking up at you.

                                            "Having fun?"

                                            >"Anon, I'm so glad you found me! I'm not sure how much longer I would've lasted."

                                            >Though she says that, her face is still the usual look of concern.

                                            "How'd this even happen?"

                                            >"I was looking through the candy and accidentally fell in."

                                            "You fell?"

                                            >"Yes."

                                            >Clint Eastwood.png

                                            >"Okay fine, I wanted to see what it would be like to be smothered by love."

                                            >Smiling, you rest your chin on your hand.

                                            "You could've just asked you know."

                                            >"That's different, I thought the candy was made with love."

                                            "...more like chalk..."

                                            >"What was that?"

                                            "Nothing."

                                            >"Can you get me out please? I'm not sure I can stand another minute in here."

                                            "Yeah, one sec."

                                            >Reaching in, you pluck her effortlessly from the bowl and set her next to it.

                                            >"Much better, thanks."

                                            "You're welcome, but next time ask before you go exploring the depths of the candy bowl."

                                            >"Oh ha ha, so funny..."


                                            ******


                                            >From how long she's been looking out that window, it has you curious.

                                            "Something interesting going on out there?"

                                            >She turns her attention to you, still wearing that concerned expression as usual.

                                            >"Nothing too much, just watching a family of robins by the bird feeder."

                                            "Oh cool, didn't expect them back so soon."

                                            >"That's because spring came early this year."

                                            "True."

                                            >Getting up from the couch, you join her by the window.

                                            >She points to the bird feeder in the yard, "See?"

                                            “Yeah I do, guess when I go to the store later, I’ll pick up some seeds to refill it.”

                                            >"Can I come?"

                                            >Her voice betrays her expression, but you're certain she would like the car ride.

                                            "Of course you can-"

                                            >"Woohoo!"

                                            "-but you're still going to have to ride in the car seat."

                                            >"Aw come on, Anon."

                                            "Them's the rules, you know that."

                                            >"Please..."

                                            "Did you forget what happened last time we tried that?"

                                            >"It will be different this time, I promise!"

                                            "I don't know..."

                                            >Concerned Pony grabs onto your shirt, "Please please please!"

                                            >Darn this little horse, she always manages to make you crack too easily.

                                            >Sighing, you're probably going to regret this later.

                                            "Fine..."

                                            >"Yay!"

                                            "But if you fall in-between the seats again you're going back to riding in the car seat."

                                            >"Like I said before, I promise it won't happen again."

                                            "Gonna hold you to that."

                                            >She nods rapidly, drawing a smile across your face.

                                            >With that settled, the both of you go back to bird watching.


                                            ******


                                            >It’s cool spring afternoon, sun is shining, birds are singing.

                                            >Overall, it’s a beautiful day.

                                            >And you’re currently spending it inside, going through threads on a Mongolian horse whispering forum.

                                            >Despite that, things are starting to feel a bit boring.

                                            >Only one thing can remedy this growing problem.

                                            >Digging through your folders, you find the perfect picture for such an occasion.

                                            >With it and a few words, you reply to a random post.

                                            >thefirerises.jpg

                                            >Just as expected, it ignites a rage similar to a tendy deprived autist.

                                            >Feeling satisfied from your efforts, you sit back and smile at the resulting fall out.

                                            >Another day, another shit post made, such is the life of being Anonymous.

                                            >”Anon, help me!”

                                            >Your current funzies will have to wait though.

                                            “Huh?”

                                            >Quickly tearing your attention away, you look around the room in haste.

                                            >As your eyes search about, you don’t seem to spot her anywhere.

                                            “Uh, where are you?”

                                            >”Up here, hurry!”

                                            >Following the source, you’re finally able to see her little powder blue form.

                                            >You nearly do a double take in the process, she’s in the last place you least expected.

                                            >The top of the bookshelves.

                                            “What the – how’d you even get up there?”

                                            >She waves her hooves about frantically, “Just help me down, I’m scared!”

                                            >This is one of those rare times that her expression fits the situation perfectly.

                                            >There is no time to joke around however, she needs your help and fast.

                                            >You get up from your chair and rush over to her.

                                            >Just one problem though, the top of the shelf is just out of your reach.

                                            >Curse your manlet status!

                                            >”Anon what are you doing?!”

                                            “Alright, stay calm and don’t move, I’ll go get something to help out.”

                                            >”Please hurry!” She squeaks out from the top.

                                            >Nodding, you dart off into the kitchen and grab a stepping stool before returning back.

                                            “I’m back, be right there, just hold on.”


                                            >She lets out another squeak as you say that.

                                            >Thankfully, you get to the top (albeit a little shaky) and see her at last.

                                            >Concerned Pony is huddled against the wall, shaking like a little chihuahua.

                                            “I’m right here, just give me a sec to get to you.”

                                            >Giving a reassuring smile, you hold your hand to her.

                                            >Still shaking, her eyes remain glued to you and doesn’t move from the wall.

                                            >After waiting for several seconds, you motion to her.

                                            “What are you waiting for? Hop on, I got you.”

                                            >At that, she somehow shrinks further back and mumbles something out.

                                            “Sorry what?”

                                            >Her voice is barely above a whisper as she replies, ”...I’m too scared to move…”

                                            >Oh for the love of…

                                            >Gotta be patient with her Anon, she is a little pony after all.

                                            >Keeping your composure, you gingerly pick her up and bring her close to your chest.

                                            >The second she makes contact, she clings to you like a child, shivering all the while.

                                            >Slowly, you return to the safety of the floor with her.

                                            “It’s alright, I’m here, you’re safe.”

                                            >She mumbles something unintelligible into your shirt.

                                            >Not much more can be done till she calms down.

                                            >Until then, you go sit on the couch with her.

                                            >You stroke her little braided mane, causing her to shudder briefly.

                                            “Shh… it’s okay.”

                                            >While you continue your gentle care to her, you see several notifications pop up on the screen.

                                            >No doubt it’s more replies from the butthurt you caused.

                                            >Well at least you’re far from bored anymore.

                                            >You look back to Concerned Pony and see she is starting to finally relax a little.

                                            >She slowly looks up at you, still wearing her ever permanent expression.

                                            “Feeling better?”

                                            >”Mhm, th-thank you for rescuing me.”

                                            >Smiling, you nod.

                                            “Anytime.”

                                            >For a time, the two of you sit there in silence.

                                            >However, the nagging question returns to the front of your mind, begging to be answered.

                                            “So mind telling me how you got up there?”

                                            >Without missing a beat she states, ”I climbed.”

                                            “You climbed?”


                                            >She nods slowly like it’s something completely normal for her.

                                            >As you continue to look at her, you frown.

                                            “Okay enough joking, how did you do it, seriously?”

                                            >”I’m not joking, I told you how I did it.”

                                            “That doesn’t make any sense, I can’t even see a way /you/ could even climb up that thing.”

                                            >Pulling back from your shirt, she points to the top of the shelf.

                                            >”I didn’t climb up the side, I climbed along the wire to reach it.”

                                            >As you’re trying to follow what she’s saying, you now notice it.

                                            >The wire you run along the wall for your speakers.

                                            >”See what I’m talking about now?”

                                            “Huh… well yeah, now I do.”

                                            >Nodding contentedly, she goes back to laying on your chest.

                                            >Though as you two return to the comfort of silence, more questions bubble to the surface.

                                            >Ones that you can’t but help to ask.

                                            “If you’re so afraid of heights, why’d you even go up there?”

                                            >Sighing, she shifts a little before answering.

                                            >”I wanted to overlook the entire room from the highest place I could reach.”

                                            “Fair enough, though you could have asked me for help first.”

                                            >”I would’ve, but I wanted to try it on my own since I ask for your help in so many other things.”

                                            >Nodding, you go back to stroking her little mane, causing her to let out a sigh of contentment.

                                            “I’m guessing you didn’t expect to get stuck?”

                                            >”Mhm…”

                                            >As she says that, a couple more notifications pop up, but you ignore them.

                                            >Taking a slow deep breath in; out, you look back down to her.

                                            >She looks so cute laying there.

                                            >It draws a large smile across your face.

                                            “Well at least you learned your lesson, didn’t you.”

                                            >She doesn’t say anything, remaining silent instead.

                                            >Odd.

                                            >You adjust yourself somewhat to get a better look at her face.

                                            >That’s when you notice her eyes are closed.

                                            “Did you fall asleep?”

                                            >”Zzz…”

                                            >Chuckling, you shake your head slowly.

                                            “Should’ve figured that would tire you out, oh well.”

                                            >Today’s another wonderful day, one you share with Concerned Pony.